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Before long, the others also woke up, washed up briefly, and ate some dry food.

Jiang Xiaochuan also woke up in Lu Xueqi's arms. He had slept very well. Although he was leaning against Lu Xueqi, he did not have any stiff neck or discomfort in his neck and back. On the contrary, he felt warm all over and full of energy.

He groggily opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Lu Xueqi's chin, which was very close to his. Lu Xueqi looked down at him and naturally kissed him on the cheek.

Jiang Xiaochuan blinked and returned a sleepy smile. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, not finding the morning kiss unnatural at all; he was used to it.

Watching from a distance, Tian Ling'er saw Jiang Xiaochuan's completely trusting, even slightly coquettish, languid expression, and Lu Xueqi's matter-of-fact intimacy. She felt the sharp pain in her heart had turned into a numb, dull ache, pressing heavily on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

It's Lu Xueqi.

She carried me in with the same hands that had once held him. The bedding still carried her scent, a cool, refreshing bamboo fragrance, exactly the same as the one he always carried. She even explained that the floor was damp and cold, and that I was his senior sister, and that he would be sad if I got sick.

How thoughtful! So thoughtful, like a knife, gently and skillfully cutting away my last bit of self-deception.

She wasn't protesting, she wasn't showing off, she was just... taking it for granted.

He takes it for granted to care for those he cares about, to assert his ownership, and to remind me of them as a matter of course:

See, I've even considered your feelings because I love him, so I'll treat the people you care about well—as long as you don't cross the line.

That's the cruelest part. She didn't even see me as an opponent. In her eyes, I was probably just an immature little sister who needed to be comforted.

Tian Ling'er, what are you still expecting?

She bore him two children, and she named them herself. She stayed with him through these three years, day and night. She would get jealous when he gave another girl a candied hawthorn, she would hug him and ask for a kiss in public, and she would say in front of everyone, "It's none of your business what I'm talking to my husband about." She would kiss him naturally.

She did everything you wanted to do but dared not, could not, and never had the chance to do.

What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for a story with a pre-written ending to be suddenly rewritten for you?

Tian Ling'er stood still, looking at the two people leaning on each other not far away.

As dawn broke and the misty fog rolled in, Lu Xueqi lowered her head and naturally placed a kiss on Jiang Xiaochuan's forehead, so lightly, so naturally, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

She silently turned around and began packing her belongings. Her fingers were steady and didn't tremble, but her eyes were a little sore, probably because the fog in the swamp was too thick.

Zhang Xiaofan silently walked over to her and sat down, handing her a water pouch.

Tian Ling'er didn't answer or even look at him.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't pull his hand back, but said in a low voice, "Senior sister, have some water."

Tian Ling'er remained silent.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the ground, his voice dry: "Some things...cannot be forced. Letting go might make the suffering less."

Tian Ling'er finally reacted. She turned her head, her eyes slightly red, but with a hint of mockery in her smile: "Let go? Xiao Fan, it's easy for you to say, but can you really let go?"

Zhang Xiaofan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. His face turned pale, and he tightened his grip on the water pouch, unable to utter another word.

Xiao Yicai coughed lightly, glanced at the sky, then at the group who had almost finished getting ready, and said, "Everyone, you've rested enough. Let's continue our journey. The road ahead is unknown, so I hope you will all remain vigilant and look out for each other."

Everyone readily agreed and each unleashed their magical treasures.

Lu Xueqi once again put her arm around Jiang Xiaochuan's waist, leaped onto Tianya, and the blue rainbow rose again. She was the first to rush into the seemingly endless gray mist, with the others following closely behind.

……

The further in you fly, the harsher the environment becomes.

The gray fog gradually thickened and deepened in color, changing from grayish-white to grayish-black, with a strange dark green tinged among it.

The stench of decay in the air grew stronger, and a strange, sweet, and dizzying smell appeared in the air—miasma, and it was quite toxic.

The number of venomous insects and ferocious beasts increased, and their forms became more and more ferocious and bizarre. Some of them could even fly briefly, fearlessly attacking the protective aura and magical artifacts of the group.

However, the vast majority of threats did not even get close to the edge of Qingyun's group.

Because Lu Xueqi was in front.

She didn't even need to do anything deliberately; wherever the Tianya sword light swept by, the cool, azure radiance naturally spread out an invisible force field.

Poisonous insects that collide with it are instantly reduced to ashes; ferocious beasts that pounce are annihilated by the incomparably sharp sword energy before they can even get close; and the strangely colored miasma is easily repelled and purified by the sword light, unable to penetrate even a little.

Occasionally, a few exceptionally large and ferocious monsters would suddenly leap out from the depths of the thick fog or the filthy swamp, attempting to attack the group. Just as Xiao Yicai and the others were about to organize a response, Lu Xueqi's Mo Xue or Tianya swords were already drawn.

There are no fancy moves, no lengthy charging, it's often just a simple finger or a sword strike.

The jet-black sword shadows of Ink Snow, or the azure light of Heavenly Jade Sword, are like thunderbolts falling from the heavens—precise, ruthless, and efficient.

Where the sword light passed, even the fiercest monsters were as fragile as paper, easily torn apart, slashed, and pierced. Blood and limbs mixed with mud splattered everywhere, only to be evaporated and purified by the aftershocks of the sword intent that followed.

Along the way, not a single demonic beast could force her to unleash a second sword strike.

What's puzzling is that they encountered several scattered groups of members of the Demonic Cult. Judging from their clothing and methods, they were disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, and their cultivation levels weren't too high. They seemed to be patrolling the perimeter or searching for something.

When they encountered the Qingyun Brigade, these people either fled in panic or tried to resist, but in the face of Lu Xueqi's unreasonable sword light, the result was the same.

They were all killed, not a single one was left alive, and not a single person from the Ghost King Sect or the Joyful Union Sect was seen.

Deep within her consciousness, even the usually discerning Hong Li, watching Lu Xueqi's fluid yet incredibly powerful swordsmanship outside, surprisingly refrained from mockery. She merely clicked her tongue softly and addressed the silent darkness beside her:

"Linglong, do you see? Your 'love rival' is indeed exceptionally talented."

……

a few days later.

The fog ahead was so thick it was impossible to disperse; its color was a somber, unsettling dark green. It churned and surged, the air so viscous it seemed to have a tangible substance. Every breath brought a burning, stinging pain and a sweet, metallic taste to the lungs.

The soaring golden light, behind such dense miasma, became intermittent and indistinct.

Everyone erected spiritual energy shields, which flickered with different lights to resist the corrosive effects of the highly poisonous miasma, and their speed had to be slowed down.

Lu Xueqi formed a complex and ancient mudra with her hands in front of her.

The light flowed from his fingertips, first a pure and peaceful dark blue Taoist spiritual power, then transformed into a solemn and compassionate golden Buddhist light, and finally, a strange power with a deep, dark, and bloody aura merged into it.

The three-colored light was not simply superimposed, but rather blended together seamlessly, forming a stable, three-colored, transparent light shield around her, firmly protecting her and the person in her arms.

Wherever the light shield passed, the thick, black miasma hissed and was easily dispersed and purified, as if it were boiling water, unable to get within three feet.